Trinket for the socket.

Do not cry yourself into a converted coma.
When everything is taken from you.
The damage would be enough to earn a diploma.

Makes your heart frozen into crystal insanity.
Ruby sunlight screams in a lint of amethysts.
A spoken mother to the rest of the flawless opal.

The limping skulls of quadraphonic leeches emphasized for understanding.
All together make an intro of an underrated artifact.
Created out of jewels but left with sockets for the conflict.

Theres a world that stares into the eyes of the charms.
What harm can come from wanting the unity of perfection?
The price on the headless trinket is a hit-man's faction .

Deny the Saviour to fill the holes of the conviction.
Let nobody ever inside rather keep the secret.
Inject every layer of skin full of denial till the flaw will evaporate into sight.